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Student Affairs of the Hopelessly Elite

[2/4]

By: BeaverReturn

Part 4

The ace athlete known by his friend as Bullington Steel sat on a bench in the locker room. The game had ended and as expected they had beaten the opposing team. His teammates were ecstatic, hollering loudly as they showered in the next room. Bullington Steel was the only one who remained behind. He had hurt his knee during the game and upon sitting down found that he could not yet stand. Or perhaps that was only an excuse; perhaps he just wanted to be alone. Or maybe, perhaps, he could not face seeing his fellow athletes naked because of a certain summertime event that still remained fresh in his mind.

...Oh shit!

Bill thought back. It had started with him standing in his girlfriend's kitchen, naked in front of an open fridge. Cool, refrigerated air tickled the still sensitive nerves of his half-erection. Upstairs, Alexi was sound asleep in her bedroom. Within his memory, Bill's mental clock started ticking: he remembered that it had started sometime around midnight. 2 hours prior he had been holding Alexi's face into a pillow, muffling her screams of pleasure. He finished 10 minutes later between her tits, climaxing a large, musky load onto her face. It was just like he had seen in porn; tit-fucking had been his ultimate fantasy. She seemed to have enjoyed it too. She always enjoyed playing out any of his fantasies. He remembered how upon release how she winked at him, smiled at him..."T_hanks baby,"_ she had cooed while licking her lips. He called her a dirty girl, HIS dirty girl, and then he kissed her. 1 minute later and they were asleep, the curve of her perfect body nestled into his overgrown embrace. This perfectly kinky moment was benefited greatly by the parent's room being only a few doors down the hall.

The clock read 11:35 when Bill woke up. Within himself he felt the stir of an unfamiliar, yet profound feeling of emptiness. He recognized it as hunger. He debated getting something to eat.

...Oh shit!

Bill was caught standing naked with a spoon of yogurt in his mouth, his cock half-flaccid between his legs. It was the pool boy who caught him, a look of intent in his eyes. The pool boy approached. The bull felt unnerved until his eyes caught the slight, feminine sway of the pool boy. It reminded him of Alexi. The fox's thin eyes, which curved slightly, studied the bull's fully displayed physique. The fox's desire was obvious. The bull grew excited upon this realization. He grew hard. Bill's chest tightened. The pool boy came closer as he reached out to grab a beer from the fridge. Then, as if by mistake their eyes matched. Then in a moment both thrilling and confusing, the bull leaned in, and although he could not explain why, he kissed the pool boy.

They were locked in that bewildering kiss for a short time that felt longer. He kissed the pool boy softly at first. But as fear diminished into something new, their lips parted and the kiss grew aggressive. The fox had an odd, indistinguishably foreign accent that suddenly spoke out in protest against him, as small paws tried to push away the lumbering other male. It was a last minute attempt of salvation before they both succumbed. Bill's hard and heavy cock could not be deterred. The fox gasped at its sight, relenting towards the other as he grew hard under his tight fighting swimmers. He rubbed up the dark brown length as the bull's weighted breath pushed deep into the fox's ear.

Cold air chilled the bull's back as the fox went down on his knees. With determination he starred at Bill's challenge, taking a moment to eye its size. Then he put his mouth over it, and after some applied force started to slowly descend down the bull's massive tower. There were tears in the fox's eyes, glimmers of moisture that reflected against the fridge lights. The moment felt beautiful, it felt terrifying; it was a true moment of chaos.

The bull grabbed the back of the fox's head as he began to hump, pushing his cock deeper than the fox had prior been able to go. The fox responded to this aggression by grasping the Bull's butt and giving it a firm squeeze. The fox seemed to enjoy it rough.

The bull began to grunt louder and louder as he began to lose himself into the ecstasy of the moment. He became apathetic to his surroundings, to the home he was currently in and to the maw he was presently fucking. Everything became white, erased, cleared and new. Dominating the fox in this way made him feel individual, in control. It made him want to fuck him ever harder. He wondered to himself if this is what gay porn was like.

His dick began to pulse, his legs began to buckle. His body tightened and then he released a thick stream of bull load deep into the mouth of the fox who struggled to swallow it all, gagging and coughing as the bull finished off his efforts. The bull then let out a deep breath as he fell back. The moment seemed perfect until...

...Oh shit!

Alexi entered the room. With his dick juice still dripping off of the fox's chin, he knew there was no denying it. Alexi had caught him.

**

Bill broke from his reverie just as someone else entered into the locker-room. Sharply turning his head, he saw a blonde canine. Immediately he recognized him. It was Benedict, his lab partner. The young dog's eyes brightened when they came into contact with Bill's but Bill looked away. Bill started shaking. His nerves were getting the best of him. Shit. What the hell is he doing here?

"Bill? Is that you, Bill?" the excited student said approaching the larger, very recognizable bull. The bull quickly shifted his towel, making sure that he was completely covered. Despite his efforts, his round balls hung low in the locker room heat. Bill shifted himself, crossing his legs.

Bill quickly peeked behind him. Benedict's brown eyes were bright and joyous. The dog was excited to see him, his tail waving behind. Bill acted as though he could not recollect the dog's name. "Harold, is it?" Bill questioned, averting his gaze.

"Benedict." The dog responded eagerly shuffling in front of the bull, extending his paw. The dog was dressed smartly, wearing a waistcoat with his school uniform, school crest on the breast. Protruding slightly was the dog's chubby belly.

The bull puffed air from his nostrils. Benedict's paw fell to his side. Bill regarded the dog sternly, coldly. "Benedict. Right. And what are you doing here? The locker room's closed. Team only." The bull knocked his head towards the showers. From beyond the divider his other teammates could be heard. The hissing of their showers had stopped. The kid's going to get himself beaten up...

"Oh, I uhh--told Mr. S that I left something in the locker-room and he let me in."

"Right." Of, fucking, course. Every time the bull looked up he would see Benedict's bright eyes devotedly on him. It made him uncomfortable. The bull tried hard to keep his head dropped. He knew all about Benedict. How he was the literal "butt" of everyone's jokes. He knew that the kid was 'out,' that he was a member of the school's Gay Straight Alliance. So, in being only in a towel, he could figure out exactly why the dog was here. Getting a good look, hm? Going to be thinking about this for a while, are you?

"Hey! Is everything okay?"

"What?" The bull raised his eyes... _dammit!..._before dropping them again. "Yes, I mean no. I mean my knee, I hurt it. I'm just stretching it."

Leaping forward, the dog grabbed the bull's knee. "Oh no! I'm so sorry. Here let me help." He then yanked on the knee, causing pain to shoot through the bull's leg.

"Mother fu-," the bull shoved the dog, rising up from the bench. "What the hell you little queer?"

"I'm sorry. I was just--"

Furious, the bull interrupted, "just what? Look, whoever you fuck may be your own business but don't go making it my own. We're not friends, not even strangers, you get it? We're partners. Partners! Now get the fuck out of here," the bull roared, throwing a hoofhand in the air as though motioning to hit the dog.

The dog's face fell into a deep frown as he covered his face. From behind his shielding arm, Bill could see tears lining the dog's eyes. "I'm sorry!"

The bull slapped his head. "Look. Just go."

"Hey man is everything--?" The other athletes came around the corner, "What the fuck!?" One screamed as the athletes wrapped theirs towels in haste at the sight of the gay infiltrator. The dog's eyes paced back and forth unsure of where to look. Covering his eyes, he then ran out of the locker-room while squealing a string of apologies. The teammates burst into laughter, calling out names towards the shamed dog.

The bull suddenly felt remorse. He shouldn't have been so hard on the dog; he should have showed some restraint. He wasn't one to go about bullying people, especially people he needed. After all, that dog was not just his lab partner but also his best chance at receiving a passing grade this year. He needed that science credit and this was his last chance.

Part 5

After school Benedict walked home by himself. It was late afternoon. The air had grown cooler, a wind was picking up. Lining the sidewalk was a row of trees. From their branches a collection of leaves had started to fall. Benedict did not care to notice any of this. Under his breath he cursed himself. He slumped down as he walked, burdened by his own foolishness. What the hell was I thinking?

In his mind's eye he carried a picture of that bull near naked, sheen of sweat across the short, brown fur of his back, a darker line falling like a seam down his spine. He could still see it. See the firmness of his round ass, his crack just peeking up from under his towel, his pendulum tail swishing. In his mind, the bull was peering over his shoulders with want in his eyes. He could still smell it, that locker room, its musky allure a combination of shampoo and hormones. In his fantasies he was with them, removing his clothes as the other athletes appeared, exposing their naked bodies in slow-to-reveal movements. He could see flashes of abs as the line of their perfect V's lead down to gym shorts, which in imagination, descended elegantly like curtains. A flash of heat overcame him as he pictured himself kneeling down in the middle of the group, the readiness of their flesh hanging before him, each crooked at half-mast, a sample platter for his own choosing. The bull would be there, his large arms wrapped around two buddies beside him. He'd lean towards the bull first grabbing at his thick log. He imagined the bull's cock as he always had imagined it. He visualized its thickness as beyond his grip, its flesh a chocolate brown with a purple head that dripped pre-cum like a leaky faucet. His imaginations faded into real life as he stuck out his tongue slightly, picturing himself moving up its length. He immediately broke from his spell, checking around him to make sure no one had seen. This image, his curse, remained deep in his mind like a poison. He craved hetero-masculinity, he wanted so bad to taste fruits forbidden. Ultimately, he knew it corrupted him. It made him want. It made him want, beyond sensibility, that which was not his to want.

One more year, the dog reminded himself. One more year and I'll be out of this school. The dog sighed, pausing on the street. Looking up the dog studied the sky as a burst of leaves flew past. There was nothing left for him within that school. In outing himself as gay he knew he'd grown past his hometown. Just one more year and he'd be free. _ _So, what's the point of getting crushes on the hopelessly straight?

The dog lowered his head. He had been so certain, certain enough to try, to really try. _ _How come it always ended up going so wrong? Is it such a crime to want somebody to love? The dog picked up a leaf from the ground and whispered a wish into it. Letting the leaf go he watched as it danced in the breeze, flew over a fence and then landed in a park fountain. He watched it float there for a while. The central monument of the fountain, a figure of an angel, smiled with its blank stare forward and in reflecting on it Benedict felt like everything would be okay. Then he heard a car pull up behind him.

"Benny! I've been looking everywhere for you." Leonard drove up in a silver convertible. He lowered his reading glasses. There was a glint within his eyes. It told of something devious. "Need a ride?"

Benedict's head lowered. He shrunk into himself. "I kind of want to be alone. I'm sorry."

Leonard regarded his friend for a second before opening the passenger door. "Nonsense. You and I need to talk."

Reluctantly Benedict stepped into the car and Leonard pressed on the gas, whisking away a group of leaves behind him. From the car's speaker, a stream of electronic synthpop sounded before Leonard switched it off, peering over towards the dog.

"What's gotten into you?" Leonard wore a white leather jacket with his fur puffed around the collar. The fashion complimented the feline well; it made him look broader than he really was. It stirred within Benedict an unsettling feeling of attraction. He knew best to ignore it.

The dog spoke low, "Bullington Steel."

"You're latest crush?"

From the passenger seat the dog watched as the trees he previously had been walking under morph into a blur of colours in motion. He enjoyed the feeling of wind through his fur. "Yea."

"What happened?"

Benedict formulated his suspicions. He turned towards his driver. It seemed strange that Leonard would take such an interest in him. Despite the fact that they were friends, Leonard had never shown a capacity to care. Unless, the dog thought, he was planning something. "I walked in on Bill in the locker room."

"No way!?" Leonard acted surprised, his glasses falling off. "Shit!"

"It was an accident," defensively spoke the dog, turning away, a heavy blush under his fur.

The feline reached towards the car floor searching for his glasses while his eyes remained half on the road. "I'm sure."

"He didn't take it well. As expected," the dog sighed, not noticing his distracted driver.

Leonard snatched his glasses, moving upright in a snap. Just then Benedict turned to see the driver undisturbed. He eyed the cat but couldn't see his angle, not yet.

"Strange, that he would act that way." The cat turned to the dog, giving him a reassuring smile. _ _

"Not really."

"No? Rumour has it he's quite excited to be your lab partner and not just because of your grades." Leonard's suggestive expression hinted at a different story.

"Stop. I'm not in a mood to handle your teasing."

"My news doesn't lie." The feline took a sharp corner, pulling up into the dog's driveway. With the car stopped, the feline wrapped his arm behind the dog's seat. The cat leaned forward. The allure of Leonard was undeniable. "This might be something worth looking into," Leonard purposed with deep eye contact. The cat was sly, too sly. Benedict pleaded with himself to remain cautious.

The dog shook his head, crossing his arms. Something did not seem right to him. Leonard's scheming should be obvious. "You're not just saying this because he's dating your boss, are you?"

"Could be part of it," the feline admitted, shrugging, "but I'd never give you a false lead. You know that. In fact, I could even help you." Again, his eyes seemed to shine, a flicker of malice behind their orbs. It worried Benedict.

The dog thought about the bull. He also thought about his girlfriend. He preferred to not get caught in her affairs. She rarely paid attention to him and that's exactly how he preferred it. Nerds don't usually confer with elites, only pseudo-elites, as was the case with Leonard. "I could never do that to Alexi. She would have my head. Besides, she has never done wrong to me."

"Don't worry. I'll take care of her." The dog seemed unconvinced, so Leonard continued, placing his paw on the dog's knee. The dog shot a look of surprise to Leonard. Never had the cat fronted him so obviously. "Look, I'm not asking you to shack up with him. Maybe he's a full blown closet case, I get it. Wouldn't feel right, would it? But hey, you're part of the Gay Straight Alliance and I know how low membership is. What are you guys? A handful of attention hungry dykes? And then you, the token gay kid, must be hard. There are not a lot of people out there to support him, you know? You could be his friend, and if it ends up more, well hey, at least he's finally being honest to himself, right?"

"I don't know." Benedict tried to clear his mind, but his attention kept moving to his leg.

Leonard squeezed a bit tighter, his paw moving upwards. The dog turned his head, biting his lip. "You need a friend, Benny. We all need a friend in this world. You probably really embarrassed him walking in on him like that. How would it make you feel?" The feline's dark paw shifted a bit higher, resting now along the dog's inner thigh. Leonard leaned towards the dog's ear, nipping it slightly. "What did he look like, hm? When you walked in on him. Did he look all sweaty and tired from the big game? Did you catch him in a towel? Or was he completely naked?" Leonard moved his tongue around the ridge of dog's ear. Benedict noticeably shivered.

"He was in-in a..."

"A towel. Right." Leonard whispered, cutting the dog off. Suddenly Benedict could feel it. The dark feline's paw had landed on his groin. Playfully Leonard gave him a squeeze before lightly stroking the dog's concealed firmness. "What's this? Getting hard are you?" Leonard purred, his paw slowly unzipping the dog's jeans. A noticeable shiver shot through Benedict. The feline chuckled, snaking his paw into the dog's pants, his grip coming to wrap around Benedict's pulsing, red flesh. "My, you are a thick one, aren't you?"

"Oh shit-," the dog whined as the cat started to pump, slowly teasing the dog's impressive girth.

"How long have we known each other for?" Leonard nuzzled into Benedict, a paw finger circling around the stream of pre flowing from his tip. Benedict seemed rattled by the touch; his cock's head was a sensitive spot.

Benedict let out a heavy breath, stuttering as the dark feline's paw glided back down the shaft. "Since year one, but you've never called me a friend or," the dog paused as the cat placed his paw on the dog's balls, rolling them in his grasp. "...anything more."

"That's right. But we certainly know much about each other." Leonard lifted the dog's tower up and out of the dog's pants. Benedict's erection seemed even thicker in view than it did by touch. "Don't act like you aren't attracted to me." Leaning over, Leonard kissed its tip before sliding his mouth over its head. The dog had a salty taste about him which wasn't unpleasant, but Leonard enjoyed more the feeling of Benedict's nervousness as he took all of him in. Leonard's jaw grew sore as he retracted, kissing the head again while fondling the rest of Benedict's shaft. Such stimulation caused Benedict to loudly moan, which in turn granted the dog escape before the two went any further.

"Stop!" The dog leapt up, almost falling out of the car. Leonard chuckled briefly, snapping back to the driver's side before turning his keys into the ignition.

"So, are you going to talk to Bill?"

"Alright. Alright. Okay," the dog said, out of breath, stepping out of the car and fixing his pants.

"Good." Leonard smiled. "It's a shame that a cock like yours is so virgin."

"What? How--?"

Without a word, the car then spun off.

"Sweetie! Dinner! Sweetie?"

"Alright Mom, I'm coming," the dog replied in an aggressive tone.

Wearing a messy apron, Benedict's mom stood on the porch with an inquisitive look as her son approached. "Does my little Ben-Ben finally have a boyfriend?"

"No. Not exactly."

"Oh? Than who was that?"

"Honestly? The devil," the dog said stepping inside, "and I think I just made a deal with him."

"Oh dear."

Part 6

That night Benedict did not sleep well. The next day, when the bell rang at precisely 9:00 a.m. to indicate that science class had begun, Benedict was barely roused from his half-slumber. From behind his desk Mr. S opened an agenda before surveying the class. As he spanned the room, his attention lingered longer towards the bull and dog within the middle row. In seeing them together he erased a line in his agenda. Across his serpentine face he curved a smile.

"Good morning class. Are we doing well today?" the teacher said in a low, uneven voice, dropping his pencil onto the agenda pad.

Silence. Like Benedict, most of the class remained in a state of near sleep.

"Okay." The teacher heaved a heavy breath before rising up. "Today we are going to," the teacher said before pausing. Two crystal orbs shot towards his favourite students, "pair up for our assignments."

Both Bill and Benedict lowered themselves in their seats.

"We will be studying chemical reactions today." The teacher addressed the back of the room where a row of work stations waited. "Expect surprising results, which may even be," the teacher paused again, this time to lick his lips with a forked tongue, "delightful."

The class shifted to their work stations in the back of the room grabbing a pair of safety gloves and goggles on the way. Beneath each station was a collection of various solid and liquid substances and a clipboard to record the results. Mr. S slithered around each station, instructing the students as he passed.

"Hey," the bull whispered to Benedict, causing him to stiffen.

Benedict recomposed himself, pulling the clipboard towards him. "Hey," he replied without attention to the bull. Instead, he used his ruler to outline a table on his paper. He remained composed even though his heart wrenched.

"About yesterday," the bull continued, his tone still hushed.

The dog gulped.

"I think we should talk," the bull trailed off, rubbing the back of his head.

Benedict remained rigid until he snapped the lead off his pencil. Exasperated, Benedict dropped his pencil, turning to the bull. In a low voice he apologized, "I'm sorry, okay?"

"No, it's cool." The bull raised his hoofhands.

"Its cool?" The dog shook his head, continuing with his defense, "I wasn't spying. It was an accident."

"I know." A large hoofhand landed on the dog's shoulder.

Reacting to the touch, Benedict's eyes widened. "You were angry. I get it. You don't have to apologize to me."

"It doesn't matter. You and I both know I didn't mean what I said. We could still be friends." The bull grabbed one of the glass test tubes and, though it was empty, began to study it with intent. Benedict stifled a smirk as he lightly grabbed the tube from the bull. He began to pour a clear liquid into the container, careful to keep his paw steady. The bull watched the dog work, as Benedict took a moment to consider the bull's words.

Benedict responded with caution, "Friends? Like how?" Benedict set down the tube, placing it into a wooden holder. The bull moved in closer. The dog could feel his anticipation rising. He reached across the workstation, shifting closer to the bull.

The bull stammered. He struggled to find the right words. "Like friends, you know? I mean, I'm straight. Like, I've got a girlfriend. But if you wanted to hang out sometime, you know, like outside of school. I mean, I just want us to do really well in this class, you see..."

"Oh? So this is about grades?" Benedict frowned. He turned his attention towards the clipboard. "Grab me that grey looking metal over there," he ordered, pointing his pencil to a small, plastic box. The dog moved to jot something down but then in realizing his pencil was still broken, began to sharpen it.

"No. It's not like that." The bull said, passing the plastic box.

"No, I get it." Benedict rolled his eyes, dropping a pinch of metal powder into the tube. The liquid in the tube began to fizzle, the grey metal dissolving into tiny bubbles. The dog jotted down a long stream of notes onto the clipboard and then grabbed for another tube. "Look, even if you weren't straight, a guy like you would never go for a guy like me," the dog said, holding a paw across his protruding belly. "Besides this class, what else do we even have in common?"

"No, come on. Sure you're a bit nerdy," the bull stammered, "but I'm sure if I was, you know, I guess I could, like..." Benedict gave the bull a look of disbelief, rolling his eyes before returning to work. Bill knew the dog was right. Besides being in the same class the two were exact opposites. Except..., "Well, maybe we do have something in common."

The dog's ears perked up. "Oh?"

The bull leaned in. "It's a secret though. You can't promise to tell anyone." There was desperation in his voice.

"Awfully trusting towards someone you just met," Benedict teased. Within him, feelings prior dead became resurrected. The bull's charm had returned. The dog's mind wandered. He looked at the bull's wide chest. How tight in was in his uniform. He thought about the locker-room again. He began to swell in his jeans. Within his thoughts he formed a wonderful guilty scene.

"You see, last summer, I kind of...," The Bull nervously began to rub his horns, his tail swishing behind him. "...something happened."

"What's this Mr. Steel? Is everything okay?" Mr. S interjected, coming to slither up between the two.

"Yes, Mr. S of course," Benedict declared, leaping up.

"Oh, alright then. If you're sure..." The teacher frowned before snaking away.

"Look, meet me at my truck at lunch. We can talk there, okay?" the bull whispered, holding a hoofhand to the dog's ears.

Benedict nodded his head. Under his fur he was blushing again. Joy was bubbling within him now. Somehow his wish had come true. He thought about his walk the day before. Yesterday, he would have never known that leaves could grant wishes, it just had been something poetic to do, but now Benedict felt that he had come across a new discovery, a new superstition, a new way of contacting the divines. Finally, the gods had listened and Benedict would not let them down.